A few days passed and Ivy was beginning to get restless. She had not seen nor heard from John and she didn't like that. She would often gaze out from her upstairs bedroom window, looking at John's house, wondering what he was doing inside.
Was he fucking that wretched wife of his? Was he touching her and kissing her like he did with Ivy?
Ivy became angry with these thoughts. Who the fuck does he think he is ignoring me?
She stood in front of her mirror, completely naked, looking at her body from head to toe.
Well she's definitely not as hot as I am, Ivy thought to herself. She's older, fatter and has the personality of a used tampon.
Just then, Ivy got an idea. If John wouldn't come to her voluntarily, she would make him.
She laughed devilishly and began to plan the possession of John.
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Later that day, the phone rang. It was John.
"Hi baby, how are you?" he asked.
"Don't hi baby me, you son of a bitch, where the fuck have you been?" Ivy screamed into the receiver.
"Whoa, calm down baby, I've been busy at work," he said.
"Bullshit, you've been home every night on time, I see you when you come home, John," Ivy snapped back.
"I've been bringing my work home sometimes, it's no big deal, I do that alot," John answered.
"Oh really? Do you fuck that wretched bitch before or after you "work"?" she asked.
"It's not what you think, baby, I don't want her, I want you," said John, trying to calm her down.
"Well I see she's home right now, shall I come over now or later?" asked Ivy.
"Baby, that's not funny, don't even joke around like that," said John nervously.
"Who the fuck's joking? I'm dead serious," said Ivy in a very angry tone.
"Ok, I can't talk to you when you're like this, baby, I'll call back later," he said before hanging up the phone.
"That asshole just hung up on me!!" Ivy screamed, throwing the phone across her bedroom.
Immediately she went over to her dresser, pulling out the shortest skirt she had, which barely covered her thighs. From the second drawer she pulled out a see thru black lace halter top, bra conveniently left in the drawer.
She quickly got dressed and gave herself one look in the mirror, "Joking my ass," she said, "We'll see who's joking, John."
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